If They're Not Counted, Count Me Out

There is such hope in the stories we’ve been told Recounted endless times by the aging and old Tales of peace, worship and holy places Palaces adorned with gold and lofty terraces But I’m always left with quiet dismay Cause I’m told that some of those I love won’t be with me So I’m left behind in an eternal place Cause the ones who meant the most didn’t receive Your grace They called it beautiful, but to me it holds nothing that is holy I can only know what I’ve seen And what I’ve seen is that You’ve made us clean Given us the right to be anything we want to be Why would You give me eyes to see and then deny me these? Eternity is a lock found inside our hearts and You’ve handed Humanity the key So I won’t be swayed by fantasies of unquenchable flames Or some place of torment, the damned never to see Your face We are all Your creation You love us all the same A Father doesn’t sit idly by while His children are maimed I’ve seen true Grace I promise you we will never feel the lick of those flames Where Death is your glory? Where Death is your sting? For we are all children of the King Every last one an eternal being So I’ll reject your fear and hatred For I bring Good News that will be for all nations! I’ve seen wholeness in the broken I’ve seen health in the sick Why do we stifle the Word You’ve spoken? If it kills me, I’ll tear these walls down brick by brick I’ve seen hospitality in the homeless I’ve seen Light in the darkness And I’ve seen hope in the damned So if all that has meant the most to me isn’t present after my last breath Count me with the fallen sheep and send me to the depths